I will not apologize or distress on the rounded edges, the soft and rolling belly, of my core. This body held life -twice- & death. This flesh heard your stories & carried them with you. I am the weight of my sadness & my healing, my anger & my release. I will birth more – ...
When I forget how to have faith; How to weave it in my every day When I let go of what I believe & choose only what I see When the weight I bear is greater than that small wire Remind me. Remind me of the seasons – How autumn lets go without fear or shame. ...
by Anne Sexton My faith is a great weight, hung on a small wire, as doth the spider hang her baby on a thin web, as doth the vine, twiggy and wooden, hold up grapes like eyeballs, as many angels dance on the head of a pin. God does not need, too much wire to ...